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As soon as the five words went up, Sen Luo found a way to calm the troubles in his heart, that is, to devote himself wholeheartedly to carving Buddhist scriptures - the mind and skills are one, naturally there are no distracting thoughts, and the troubles of ignorance will of course be calmed. Looking at the first line of words that he cut out with the beauty knife under the moon, Sen Luo found that his calligraphy skills were very good, these five words were wanton, and the long knife cut out the sharpness, but he lost the original meaning of this scripture.

"If the donor has ignorance in his heart, worship Manjushri Bodhisattva and cut off the ignorance with the sword of wisdom." A voice came from the side, and Sen Luo realized that there was actually someone here. Even the skeletal samurai didn't notice that there was a person around him, and the owner of this voice was naturally not trivial. I saw a thin and shriveled figure sitting cross-legged under a tree on one side, his hat slightly raised, revealing the face of an old man with long white eyebrows and beard, smiling at the words carved by Sen Luo.

This is an old monk, with a black monk's robe, a robe on his body, and a nine-tin ring staff leaning against a tree, looking like he is seventy or eighty years old. This shriveled and thin old monk looked at Sen Luo, a skeleton ghost, as if he were an ordinary warrior, without revealing any other meaning. "All beings are equal..... The monk practiced well. Sen Luo's skeletal face was facing the monk, although he didn't notice the qi, but this old monk can be here, and his ability is definitely not small.

The old monk also twisted the Buddha beads and recited the Buddha name, "The donor is also a wonderful method, go on." The confusion in my heart can be answered after all. If you can't help, you can't help, you can only get rid of it by yourself, and the old man can't help the donor. The old monk's eyes contained a smile, and his whole face looked quite witty. Sen Luo turned his head, and a double tone sounded, "The master is right. If you have to deal with such ignorance, you have to cut it off by yourself, and others can't help you. ”

"That's what I smelled. For a time Bhagavad. Living as if you come to bless the vast vajra Dharma Realm Palace......" The old monk lowered his eyes, twisted the Buddha beads in his hand, and began to recite the scriptures. "The Great Day is like a true scripture, but I didn't expect the monk to be a monk from Koyasan." Sen Luo sighed, and then he also sat cross-legged, facing the cliff, calming his mind, and silently reciting the Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra in his heart, reconciling the demonic energy, and cutting away the troubles.

A monk and a skeleton ghost sit in two places, both of them are sitting in knots, but the skeleton ghost holds the wisdom seal in his left hand, and holds the scabbard of the sword in his right hand, and sits as a demon to subdue the ignorance and troubles in his heart with wisdom; And the old monk knotted his hands with his fist prints, and recited in his mouth in a low voice, "Hum, Bind Riluo, Carry Capital, Gong." "Sit under the tree with auspiciousness. The demonic energy on Sen Luo's body surged and he couldn't breathe, but after a while, Sen Luo suddenly got up, and the sword came out of its sheath in an instant, as if it was about to kill the monk with a single sword.

However, in a flash of the sword, a second line appeared on the cliff, "When the line is deep, it is like paramita." Then the skeletal warrior sat down again, once again in an inner battle. Sen Luo is confused, greed, hatred, and stupidity in his heart are all poisoned, and the eight sufferings in his thoughts come and go, birth, old age, sickness and death have nothing to do with him, and he is naturally liberated, but love and parting, resentment will be, and he will be entangled in his heart if he can't ask for it, and it is difficult to get rid of it. It was the last five yin blazing, and the ignorance and troubles in my heart almost burned the entire zenith.

At this time, a Buddha horn seemed to shine brightly, "All living beings are suffering!" Sen Luo's heart jumped to the end of the yin fire, the moon beauty knife in his hand made a long sound, in Sen Luo's sea of thought appeared a sharp sword, the skeleton recited the heart sutra in the mouth, but the skeleton hand formed the seal of the immovable Ming King, and then the long knife shined greatly, the seal of the immovable Ming King turned into an outer lion seal, from the ignorance of a lion roar, the warrior who could not see the face clearly slashed out in the sea of thought......

At this moment, the sword in Sen Luo's heart shone brightly, and the skeletal warrior realized himself almost instantly, "I see...... I see, but when I came into the world, it was so. Senluo let out a double laugh, and there was a sense of relief and relief in this long laugh. From the darkness, Sen Luo understood his destiny - it was his destiny to wander in this world - and as for what he wanted to become, it was his own heart that told him. You can kill those monsters to make the world a little better, or you can sink into the liao and become another monster in this world.

However, when Sen Luo slashed the troubles of ignorance, he had already made a decision in his heart. The skeleton stood up and walked up to the monk and saluted, "Thank you monk for your understanding." The old monk laughed, "The donor frees himself from his troubles, what does it have to do with the old man?" No thanks, no thanks. The old monk flipped his palm and stuffed the rosary in his hand into Sen Luo's hand, "In this world, there is also a fate to meet." Lao Ge also found a destined person for this Buddha bead, and asked the donor to accept it. Then the old monk floated away directly, step by step, but the speed was unexpectedly fast.

The skeletal warrior also smiled, casually stuffed the Buddha bead into his chest, and without saying much, he turned around and walked directly to the cliff. The first two lines of the Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra, the handwriting is unbridled, although the calligraphy is written in the way of the sword, but there is nothing to see in the true meaning of Buddhism. The skeletal samurai drew his sword and began to write stroke by stroke.

This time's handwriting is natural and smooth, dignified and square without losing beauty, between the lines is really "copying" Buddhist scriptures, the momentum inside is far worse than the previous two lines, but look carefully, it is calm and transparent, it can be regarded as the word of enlightenment. After writing the Buddhist scriptures, Sen Luo casually wrote a "handwritten letter" underneath, but did not leave his name. Then the skeleton ghost directly let go of its stride and walked towards the mountain of fear—the mountain was already visible, and the demonic aura was getting thicker and thicker.

Here, the number of monsters is scarce. There was a bare or mutated dead plant in front of him, and there were no animals and few monsters. All he could see was strange fanged birds flying in the sky that were so rotten that they were exposed. And the strange monster that flew in the distance, with the head of an ape, the body of a tanuki, the claws of a tiger and the tail of a snake, flying like a bird without wings. But always at a distance, reluctant to approach.

The leakage of demonic energy here has changed the terrain, and the earth has cracked to reveal the red light below. These cracks are like blood flowing on the ground, and the air is filled with the smell of sulfur and the smell of bloody killing from nowhere, and if anyone is here, they will turn into demons in a few moments. Sen Luo had made up his mind at this moment, this chaotic demonic qi had no effect on him at all, and the knife in his hand shook slightly, splitting the demonic qi in front of him into two - Sen Luo walked towards the center of the demonic qi like a ship splitting the sea.